Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 75585 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 378(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75585 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 378(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
“Val doesn’t share, does he?”
“He told me not to offer any other services. It’s part of my contract.”
Tyler winked. “Uh huh.”
Why was he so determined to make something of my relationship with Val? “He’s just trying to make it harder to pay him back so he can keep me here longer.”
“And why would he want to do that?”
“I don’t know. To be an asshole?”
“He’s always an asshole, but he’s not all bad.”
“I know.” I polished off the last of my water and held out my glass to Tyler so he could refill it.
“Some people don’t see anything other than the killer he can be.”
I shrugged. “He let me work here. He didn’t have to do that.”
Tyler leaned on the bar and lowered his voice. “He wants to keep you.”
“No… It doesn’t mean…he just wants to earn as much interest as he can and keeping me here longer means a bigger payback.”
“Speak of the devil.” Tyler inclined his head toward the back of the club.
I turned to see Val walking toward the bar. He was glaring at Tyler who stood up straight and took a step back from me. “I was just keeping him hydrated for you Mr. Marchesi.”
“Your mouth is going to get you killed one day.”
He shrugged. “Probably.”
“Was he bothering you?” Val asked me.
“No. He’s been great. He always brings me water after I dance, and he’s helped me get adjusted to working here.”
“Good.”
“I’m friendly but not too friendly,” Tyler said.
Val narrowed his eyes. “Keep it that way.” He turned to me. “Did I miss seeing you on stage?”
“Yes, but I’m on again in an hour.” The look he gave me made me shiver. “What?”
“I’m considering whether I want to have you now or wait until I’ve seen you dance.”
I thought about how rattled I’d been the other night. No way could I have put on a decent show after that.
“What’s wrong? You promised to be at my beck and call?”
“Nothing’s wrong, sir.”
His smile told me he knew I was lying. “Worried I’ll wear you out?”
“Umm….”
“It’s all right, I would. That’s why I’m going to make us both wait.”
“Hands over your head. I want to cover you in cum.”
I did as Val said, raising my arms and leaning back in the chair.
He stood above me, working his cock hard and fast; precum dripped from the tip, and I knew he was close.
“I want you dripping with it, I want you to smell like me, taste like me. You won’t be able to deny that you’re mine.”
“Yes. Fuck, yes.” I wanted that too. I knew how crazy it was, but it didn’t matter, I wanted to be owed by Val.
With a groan, he came. Spunk shot from his cock, over and over, coating my chest, my stomach, and my still hard-as-fuck cock.
He braced himself on the arm of the chair and dragged in ragged breaths.
I didn’t dare move without permission. By now I knew he was calling all the shots when we were together.
Seconds later, he took my cock in his hand and worked it, using his cum like lube. It didn’t take long before I was crying out as my whole body caught fire, and I came for him.
“So fucking gorgeous,” he said.
“Thank you.”
“It’s my pleasure.”
But it was mine too. I enjoyed every second of being with him, just like I had the time before.
Without saying anything else, he used a towel he’d had placed in the room to wipe himself off, zipped his pants, and pulled on his jacket. “I’ll be back tomorrow.”
Most nights that week went the same way. We met in the room after my shift. He used my mouth or my hand, or he jerked himself until he came all over me, but he’d yet to use my ass. I was getting impatient. “I want your cock in me.”
He ran a thumb over my swollen lower lip. “It just was.”
“In my ass.”
“Mmm. Do you now?”
I gave him my most seductive smile. “Please.”
“God, I do love how needy you are.”
“Val.” I hated that I was whining, but he had me so wound up. I wanted to know how it felt to be split open by him.
“You think you’re ready for that?” His wicked smile made me shiver.
“So ready.”
He tilted his head and pressed a finger to his lips. “I’ll think about it.”
I groaned and flopped back against the chair.
Val kissed my forehead. “I like making you wait.”
The waiting was torture enough without the sweet gesture. I never knew how to respond when he was tender with me.
He didn’t show up the next night, but he called me as I was leaving work. He didn’t bother with a greeting, he just said, “I’ll see you tomorrow night. Plan for a longer than usual session and expect to be sore.”
Did he mean… “Val, are we—”
“Yes. Get plenty of sleep tonight. You’ll need it. I will be taking you bare. Do you need me to arrange a same-day test for you?”